THe Eden Estate

My God formed this… vast, expanse. Many a man looked up at night… stuck in a trance.  He is bigger than me and you, and showers us with grace through and through. My God… He created the world. Heaven and Earth… Momentary birth created by the breathing from ONE. From the smallest creatures, to the giant stars. And God said “This, This is good.”

And God created humans. He created man. He breathed life into man and formed him from the ground with His own hands. The master craftsman ran through his hands, beautiful plan. And He said “This, This too is good.” And He said, It’s not good for man to be alone.” Ribs like clay, the forming of woman from the body of man. Two God made, His likeness. Two innocent and shameless creatures in the garden. Blameless without sin to pardon.  And they walked and talked with the God almighty. The NAME.

Needing nothing… but wanting something. In their own choosing, obedience was losing they took a bite of the tree they couldn’t eat from freely. Felt shame, discomfort… the bitter distaste of sour disgrace. They, themselves were to blame. God came. Asked what they did. Fanned sins flame. Lied to their creator. God banished them from the garden, but promised a savior. Years later God sent His Son.

 In the fullness of time my God sent His is Son. In the fullness of time Christ put it all on the line. Died on a tree. An undeserving rescue. Filled disgrace and gave worth having been displaced. Do you see a eternal words peeping?  If to eternity your walk will be keeping? Watching… watching

But recognize dear child of mine. We’ve done this before. Our garden for us was no more. Our ship capsized. Our blemishes quickly recognized. If you are going to turn… If backs shall break and souls turn may they turn to the name of the one who saves. May they turn to the one who gave redemption. We were not made to conquer our own object of affection or be more than what we were in that garden.  

The fruit spoils truth. Makes a façade. As the Father breaks the rod, so our obedience unravels the dirt and all the hurt. If you reach to obtain, you will be tamed. If you reach to gain… you will be broken, smashed, sent spiraling… you can’t soar from plans. From such hands. THOSE PLANS! THEY ADORE! Broken, lying to yourself. Begging once again. Seek me out… ONCE MORE…